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Today is God's Day

Thursday, January 12, 2012

To all who have prayed for me, I thank you. To all who have prayed for my son and the circumstances that surround him, I thank you deeply. Oh, so deeply, from the bottom of my heart.

He is coming home. If only for just a little while. To the warm heat of my home, where there is food and water, shelter from the cold, snow and rain. To a place where there will be a spot for him to lay his head for the night. The road to independence will be long, the path to confidence will be even longer... but I will be here. I will do my best to give him guidance. I will stand strong in the face of fear and exhaustion to show him that I love him. But most importantly, I want him to see that the love of Jesus Christ is eternal. No matter what he has done, no matter where his young life leads him, I want him to feel the Lord beside him, every step of the way.

To say that he has not hurt me along the way would not be truthful. But a mother is engineered with wings of forgiveness. Even during the most tumultuous times, I have managed to wrap my arms around him and tell him that I love him. I cannot help it. I will not forget it. I pray that he never forgets it either.

Not only is he coming home, but his fiancee, who is pregnant, will be joining us. That is a greater challenge. They will not be allowed to share the same room. There are going to be rules and expectations. I have made myself clear that although I love them I will not be defied in any way. I am fair but firm. I am here as long as they are respectful. Many have stated that they would not have taken the girl in...perhaps not, but I WILL. This girl has NO ONE. She was a foster child for many years in many different homes. She is a soul. A fellow human being searching for guidance and stability in her life. If I can give her that in some way, somehow, then perhaps she will find strength in her own. That is my fervent hope.

It's not about me. It's not about a hand-out. It's about loving others as God instructs us to do. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. It's about giving God in the best way you know how.

I thought my world was crumbling to pieces yesterday. I was wrong.

It's just getting stronger.

How??

Because God is right in the middle of it. I find strength through Him. I find love through Him.

I've learned to let Him carry me through.

  
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CHERIRIDDELL 1/13/2012 2:12AM

    Like CartoonB and Gma I too would have taken her in seems we are all cut out of the same Mum cloth , there are rules to be followed but no way is a child of ours going to freeze or starve.What a wonderful example you are.

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CARTOONB 1/12/2012 10:28PM

    I'm proud of you. I would have taken her in too. I hope their stay is as smooth for you and then as it can be.

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GEEMAWEST 1/12/2012 9:27PM

    You are a strong woman, Michelle. You are smart enough to know that there will not be some bumps in the road ahead, but if anyone can handle it, you can. I am so happy that you will have Paul at home with you and now you have a new grandchild to look forward to. That's exciting! That baby is totally innocent and is blessed to have a safe home to start it's life in. When is the due date?

Love, Hugs and Prayers, G-Ma

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BKNOCK 1/12/2012 7:06PM

    I can see you cooking already! I am sure that you want to fatten that boy and his girl up! I will continue to pray for all of you!

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DARLENEK04 1/12/2012 6:10PM

  Oh Puddin,
I am so thankful to our Father in heaven for bringing your
boy home.

As for his pregnant girlfriend, well, maybe what she needs
is love and guidance and a motherly influence, which I know
you have to give freely.......love and acceptance..

While making sure they stick to the rules about behavior and
so forth, you may be surprised with your son stepping up and
caring for this coming child. How far along is she?

I pray for all of you that this will be a turning point in
their lives.

Father God,
I come to You, the Almighty.....the Healer. This family needs
You, Your guidance, Your touch....Father I pray for this young
man that through this coming child he will find himself and be
there for his girlfriend and the coming babe......Lord, I trust
you, and in John 14:14 You said anything we ask in Your Son's
name, You would do....this is a promise from You that I reach
for and I ask for healing for the whole family, a drawing
together, and I pray Lord for this babe, that it would arrive
strong and healthy...I pray a hedge of protection according to
Your Word around their lives, their home.
In Jesus' name, Amen.

Love,
Darlene

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HISFREESPIRIT 1/12/2012 5:05PM

    There are many messages in the story of The Prodigal Son. There is the son's viewpoint, the brother's viewpoint and the father's viewpoint. You are demonstrating true love for your son and his fiancée. It may be years before you see or realize what God is doing through you for them, but be assured God is in control and asks only for your obedience.
I love that song, "What About the Prodigal's Father?" That is probably not the name of it but that's the refrain that sticks in my head. You show by your willingness to accept them into your home that you understand the Father's viewpoint.
Will continue to offer up prayers on your behalf as you all make the needed adjustments of learning to live together in harmony. God will provide the grace and courage for each day as needed.

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CHALLENGER15 1/12/2012 1:04PM

    May this be a time of God using your home and you in a time of healing and blessing for them.

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HOT4FITNESS 1/12/2012 12:02PM

    This blog bring tears to my eyes. tears of understanding, tears of joy that your prodigal son is returning. You are such a strong woman. Not fearless but ready to embarl on another chapter of this journey trusting God to lead the way. Oh how many times do we come running home to Our Father's arms of love and forgiveness. I continue to pray that God will be your strength.

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PAPAJUANSALSA 1/12/2012 11:45AM

    Thanks for sharing great words of encouragement. Sons can be a trial to us parents, but you are right to stick by him through it all. Prayer is the key to seeing their lives turn around and for them to begin/continue to make wise choices. Thanks again

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For Here Or To Go?

Monday, January 09, 2012

When I first met Derek, he reminded me of someone who had been stripped of his confidence, bearing an insecurity that only he knew. His gangly, underweight frame was unsure with every step he took before him but his spirit...it seemed determined. Like an "all or bust" type of thing that drove him on, bound and determined to make sense of what his young life was and was going to be.

Many times he came to my house with my kids, the quiet one who often stood in the background, the one who laughed after the others laughed or feigned surprise when the others did. I would watch him quietly, a motherly concern that overwhelmed me many times. I went out of my way often to speak to him directly, forcing eye contact, not looking away until I got the smile from him that I desired. Many times I was shamed by my husband, to let this "boy be," that I, in some way, could possibly be making him uncomfortable.

However, many times, he would retreat from the young crowd in my house and seek refuge at the bar in the kitchen where I was often making snacks for the kids. Quietly, he would help me get the plates down, his soft brown eyes beseeching my own as if he wanted to speak but yet...could not. His black hair tumbled into his eyes and he would silently sweep them away with his long fingers as he placed the utensils on the island. So many times I almost grabbed him up in my arms. But I did not. I did not want to scare him or embarrass him. I wanted to let him open up on his own.

He did. He did not do well in school. His economic background revealed he did not have much in the way of material things. His father had left many years before and his mother worked two jobs and babysat on the weekends to keep food on the table. Often he had to take care of his younger sister while his mother was away but when he spoke of her, his large dark eyes beamed and to hear him tell it, she was "way too smart" for her own good. He loved playing the simple things with her, too, like hide-or-seek or patty-cake because he didn't really do that when he was a kid. (When he said "when I was a kid" my heart broke in two. He spoke of it like he was an old man when he was only 17 himself. But perhaps in his heart, he didn't feel like one anymore.)

It only reinforced in me to open my home up to him more. I could tell he was challenged in alot of ways; emotionally, mentally, educationally. He had a slight stutter and would easily trip or bump into things. He was in a program at school that tutored but was not having great success. But he tried. Oh, my goodness, how that kid tried. We grew close. Then, as all kids do, he drifted away, slowly, and I wondered what happened to him. I wondered how he and his family were faring.

I had not seen him for two years. Then....

Last week I decided to stop and grab something for lunch on my way home. Swinging open the doors to the fast food restaurant, I made my way to the counter and glanced at the menu. People were everywhere, chaos, and the cooks were running their tail-ends off trying to keep up with the orders. Then I glanced over to the left and saw him.

Derek.

My first reaction was to yell his name but I suddenly became mesmerized by his actions. He was at the grease pit, making french fries but he wasn't just standing there, mindlessly doing a task at hand. This kid was happy, every move synchronized, each move elegant and cascading... and he was SO PROUD. His previous long hair was cut, his head held high, his uniform meticulously creased, tucked and clean. His coworkers smiled at him, high-fived him, laughed WITH him and he beamed. This kid literally BEAMED and it wasn't from the fluorescent lighting above him.

I felt foolish but I stood there with tears in my eyes. No, it isn't the best paying job in the world nor is it prestigious. But he acted like it was. He assumed his role passionately and completely. This kid was given an opportunity...and he took that opportunity and made it all his own. With flare. With an "all or bust" attitude. He looked over and saw me standing there with a big goofy teary-eyed grin on my face and a flash of recognition swept across his face. He heartily waved and then he nodded as I waved back. I gave him a thumbs up and his smile spread across his face like wildfire. His bounce suddenly became a little bouncier, his finesse became, well, a little more finess-ier.

Hmmm. I wonder. What if WE took that much pride in our work? In our opportunities? In our lives that have been so graciously given to us? How many times have we taken these things for granted? I know from Derek's standpoint, getting this job was not easy. It's very difficult for someone with a learning disability to get any kind of work in this area, let alone find acceptance amongst his peers. But he did that. He radiates joy, gratefulness.

Do we??

Or do we wake up and view the day as just another day? Do we take our opportunities, our careers, our roles for granted?

I challenge you to wake up tomorrow and be thankful for your life, your job, your friends, your family. It is difficult at times, I know this, but there are those who are just dying for an opportunity to shine. To show that they are needed, worthy of everything great or small. Each life is worth more than words, each life is precious no matter how big or small their role is in it. I don't think Derek is going to remain a "fry guy" his whole life either. But it is the catalyst that he needed to give him the confidence to make greater choices. His light will become greater as time goes by. I have a feeling that his pure heart will touch others as he has done mine. I kinda have a feeling that it already HAS.

I ordered two large fries that day.

They were the best fries that I ever had.



  
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WOLFKITTY 1/23/2012 12:11AM

    Everyone should read this!! I've been so frustrated being out of work for a few years, sometimes hearing people complain about their jobs. I know that it's important to them, the details, the drudgery.. But I think that it's important to also be grateful for all that we have.

May we all carry the joy of opportunity with us.
Thank you for your story,
Jocelyn

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REAL2ME 1/17/2012 5:35PM

    You are MORE than keeping your promise to your brother. God bless sweetie. emoticon

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AJDOVER1 1/15/2012 3:12PM

    Thanks so much for writing this! it really touched me.

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CHERIRIDDELL 1/10/2012 2:50AM

    Michelle your kindness is wonderful .You make the world a little brighter for everyone. You inspire others and I feel it is a privilege to know you.We should all aspire to make the world feel better about themselves ,one Derek at a time.

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FLEMIDG 1/10/2012 12:38AM

    What a wonderful blog. You are such a caring person. Too often we don't see the good in others and we just write them off, but not you. you are so thoughtful and caring. Thanks for showing us how much we have to be thankful for. God bless you.

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GIRANIMAL 1/9/2012 10:30PM

    This is such a great blog.

I've been pretty frustrated with myself the past few years, crying about the perfectly good job I have that I don't like very much because it doesn't allow me to fully use my skills.

I made it through college despite all socioeconomic odds. And while it is kinda sad that my degree is not helping me earn much money -- we don't ever have much "extra" money, can't afford vacations, etc. -- I have never missed my rent and never gone hungry.

I mean, really, what's there to complain about?

Derek's such a great example of appreciating, with gusto, all we do have in our lives. And let's face it, for many Americans, that's a darn lot.

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BKNOCK 1/9/2012 9:48PM

    Michelle you have such a loving heart! Great blog.
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MYTURN11 1/9/2012 9:48PM

    Awesome blog! I absolutely appreciate people like you who make a positive difference in a child's life. emoticon

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CARTOONB 1/9/2012 9:19PM

    Great blog!

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CHALLENGER15 1/9/2012 8:15PM

    Reading this blog about Derek made my day! Thank you so much for writing it and thank you even more for caring about Derek.

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BARBARASDIET 1/9/2012 7:41PM

    Great story. Many times we forget that there is value in every job well-done.

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Shedding My Skin

Thursday, January 05, 2012

Life feels good now. I've come to terms with the fact that I have to wait til September again for my infamous trip to Florida with my sisters where all of this self-discovery stuff began. I've learned that I don't need the sandy beach to embrace what is near and dear in my heart. I can do that right here, in this little tiny town in Ohio. (The weather has a lot to be desired right now but, this too, shall pass.)

So many stepping stones. I've crossed alot of them, timidly at first, with reservations. Sometimes I've trembled with fear at the thought of proceeding forward but I've closed my eyes and did it anyways. Then it started becoming easier to explore the quests, the opportunities that stood before me. I've gained strength. I've gained more confidence. I've allowed my past to slowly unwind its grasp from my heart. It was so reluctant to let go of me. And it still tries to squeeze through the door at times, to peek in and say, "Pssst, hey, remember ME?" But, ya know, it's easier now to kick it closed and say, "You have no hold on me. Not anymore."

I am a complicated human being. I think to some extent, we all are. Complex, intricately woven together in a tapestry of desires, temptations, doubts, weaknesses and strengths. Then, as we age, we start to place value on certain things more than others. I've realized that life is not everlasting. We are only here for a limited period of time. What we do or don't do now could haunt us for a long time to come. So, I'm moving forward...ready to better myself for my own peace of mind. So that I may lay my head down at night and be proud of the woman I've become. And even more importantly...be proud of the woman I DIDN'T become.

Weight loss plays a large role in the grand scheme of what I want in my time here on this earth. It is a catalyst for being able to do things that I normally couldn't have done if I were heavy. I wouldn't have been able to take those long, leisurely walks with my kids and allow them to open themselves up to me, where they somehow felt more free to do so. I wouldn't have been able to ride my Harley for the past few summers and enjoy the company of many dear friends, seeing beautiful scenery along the way. I wouldn't be able to tolerate the disease that threatens to incapacitate me at times. It simply opens a door to all of the things that makes this life worthwhile. And I am grateful that I reached down into the depths of my self to find the strength to do what I had to do to get healthier. I still have some things to work on. I still have an addiction to Reese's Cups but it is a guilty pleasure. (And maybe, just maybe, it's really not so bad after all...)

When I look into the face of my daughter and she is looking at with me awe or love or peace, I feel I have accomplished the single most greatest thing in my life. I am left feeling that all of my certificates, awards, trophies, accomplishments pale FIERCELY in comparison with the adoration of this child. I am humbled to the point of tears knowing that I have made a tremendous impact, somehow, someway, on this astounding young life before me. To know that God entrusted me with this beautiful soul is just...wow. There are really no words to describe it at all. But He did. And she loves me. And I am breathless.

I'm going to take another ride, beseech another journey. What it is, I don't know. Where it is, I don't know. But it's out there. I am ready. I am ready to plunge my feet into the earth and stir up some dust. Blow the cobwebs out of my shoes. And smile. I've come through alot in my world, took alot of hits and got the wind knocked out of me a few times, but I've risen. I'm not broken.

Not anymore.

  
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GREGGWEISBROD 12/4/2013 5:13PM

    "I am ready. I am ready to plunge my feet into the earth and stir up some dust. " Those are the kinds of words that resonate deeply, and you have a gift for speaking/writing them. Thankful for that.

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TRENTDREAMER 1/8/2012 10:28AM

    Good reflections.

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JSPEED4 1/7/2012 5:06AM

    I love the picture.
And children are such educators; they educate our hearts and minds, and inform our dogmas into better things.

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FLYER99 1/6/2012 10:52PM

    A wonderful blog. Whatever happens in 2012, with God on your shoulder you can do anything. Just remember to keep kcking those negative thoughts out of your mind and try and be as possible as you can. Enjoy whatever each day has in store for you, my friend! Bob.
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CHERIRIDDELL 1/6/2012 10:48PM

    You are an inspiration .You keep on moving forward and I admire that !

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CARTOONB 1/5/2012 10:17PM

    Here's something to help your addiction. They make a Reese's cup that is a full pound. I can send you a couple!

It sounds like you are at a good spot...or at least you are well on your way to getting there.

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GEEMAWEST 1/5/2012 9:38PM

    You go girl!!

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KATVHALE 1/5/2012 10:31AM

  Keep God first and foremost in your life and He will get you through whatever you encounter! He is a loving, forgiving God and He will always be there for you!

God Bless You!

Kat

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IMNOTTHEREYET 1/5/2012 10:10AM

    Great Blog!

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LINDYLIME 1/5/2012 7:33AM

    You are such a brave and strong woman. And an amazing mother. I believe in you. Eveything God throws at us is a gift, even though it doesnt always seem that way at the time. Bless.

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GETTINGFIT4HIM 1/5/2012 4:29AM

  emoticon Enjoy your journey! I feel like I'm on one, too!

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And now the fun begins, woohoo!!!!!!!!

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Dearest Steve:

Monday, January 02, 2012

Two years ago today God called you Home. How is it that we, ourselves, cannot wait to be called Home with the Lord but when it happens to a loved one, we cry? You were very special to us, Steve, you were loved beyond the max. To elaborate, not only were you special to us, you were an influence in MANY lives, loved by a multitude. I hope that you have some way of knowing how much we loved you, STILL love you. I hope that you know how much your legacy lives on...

I was thinking back to the day when my sister and I were in a cat fight over our Barbies. I was every bit of five and she was twelve. (SHE was definitely old enough to know better.) I wanted to cut Marie's Barbie's hair. She stuck mine in my mashed potatoes head-first. You took both of our Barbie's away and said we could not have them back until we got along. I flung my potatoes at Marie and she sling-shotted her crayons towards my eyes. You picked me up like a sack of potatoes and told Marie to go to the corner. I grinned and gave Marie the "finger" while she spat at me like a sailor in a bar. We did not like each then AT ALL, in case you didn't know.

I remember what you said to me when you sat me down before you on the couch. You told me that patience and forgiveness were very necessary things in this life, that there was always going to be SOMEONE who wanted to "rain on your parade." I remember you said that no matter how difficult it would be, in order to be happy, to be a complete person, I still had to find the good in other people and love them, just as Jesus does. I also remember stubbornly shaking my little head "no" because this was my SISTER we were talking about. ANYBODY BUT H-E-R.

Then I happened to look around your shoulders and there stood Marie, little hands to her chest looking at you with so much adoration. All of her anger was gone and she was beaming, hanging onto every one of your words. It was then, suddenly, that I wanted more than anything to make YOU PROUD. I wanted to make sure that you knew I loved you just as much as she did. (Okay, so I was still trying to be competitive at this point but it was for a great cause...) I jumped from the couch and ran to Marie and hugged her. I told her I was sorry, that I loved her. Wrapping her arms around me and stroking my hair she offered me her doll and said I could play with it as long as I like, but I couldn't cut her hair. I eagerly agreed.

There was something about you that made us ALL want to do better, even as adults. Your life was like a beacon, a light that stretched across the ocean to the shores of OUR lives. I can't remember a time that you ever raised your voice. I can't remember you talking derogatory about anyone. Yet your example was louder than a siren of tremendous echoes. Oh my, and your LAUGH...now, THAT was loud. Its ripples shook our ears, our hearts, our souls so much that we had no choice but to laugh with you...

To say you did not leave a void in our lives would be a blatant lie. I cried today. In fact, I cried for a very long time. But each tear was a blessing...for if you were not so loved, if you did not love US so much, there would BE no tears. There would BE no remembrance. Yet there isn't a day that doesn't go by that I don't make a choice, give a bit of forgiveness or crack a smile because of your influence in my life. You were more than just MY big brother, Steve. You were EVERYONE'S big brother who knew you. Often times, you were their saving grace. The town's Santa. The neighborhood Halloween party for the kids who had no place to go. The guy who worked extra shifts so you could buy a needy family's Christmas...

And the guy who saved two Barbies and two sisters from killing each other that day...

I miss you, Steve. As much as I wish you were here with us, I know that there is no place you would rather be but in the arms of your Jesus. And you are there. He is covering you with His love and His wings of comfort. I know that you are waiting patiently for us to come as well. We are looking forward to seeing you so very much!

See you later, big brother. Until then, I hold your lessons and your example in my heart. Until then, I will live my life as you did....

Well...I can only TRY...

  
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NHES220 12/4/2013 5:32PM

    What a beautiful tribute. Brought a tear to me eye. Made me think of my brother who I lost 18 years ago. Sounds like he was quite the great guy and you were lucky to have him in your life for the time that you did. Now you have some wonderful memories.


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TIGER_LILY_613 12/4/2013 5:15PM

    Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
May he rest in peace.
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GREGGWEISBROD 12/4/2013 4:31PM

    Beautifully written, from the deepest parts of your heart. :-)

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GIRANIMAL 1/9/2012 10:41PM

    Sending you healing thoughts as you endure the anniversary of a loved one's departure. I know the pain well, and my heart goes out to you, my dear. emoticon

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BKNOCK 1/3/2012 3:44PM

    It is amazing how it really does not get much easier losing a loved one. I am glad that he was so special to you and that you have such beautiful memories.

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GETTINGFIT4HIM 1/3/2012 2:13PM

  Beautiful testimony to a beautiful man. Wish I could have known him. Reading your words gave me a flavor for who he was and what a blessing he was in your life. I've always wanted an older brother but instead am the big sister to my only sister. There were (and still are!) many times we could use a Steve in our lives as we are as different as night and day and I can recall times we fought as kids and would drag each other up the stairs by our hair. Not proud moments, but I can relate to your Barbie story! I know we love each other when it comes down to it. I just have always prayed we'd have a more sisterly/friendship kind of relationship than we do. Maybe one day!

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OLDERDANDRT 1/2/2012 10:31PM

    You had a great big brother. emoticon

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DGAIL51 1/2/2012 10:22PM

    What a blessing to have had such a brother. It is a blessing to others that you share this story. Thank you.
Donna

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CARTOONB 1/2/2012 9:38PM

    He is still with you. Watching you...and not in a creepy way. emoticon

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Even two years later, my condolences for your loss.

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DJ4HEALTH 1/2/2012 9:12PM

    Wow you had a great big brother. Wish I had known him. Sound like he know how to be a peace maker.

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DARLENEK04 1/2/2012 8:32PM

  It does not seem possible that two years have passed.
Your tribute to your brother is a very moving one and
touching. I am sure he is watching over you....

Blessings,
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CHERIRIDDELL 1/2/2012 6:58PM

    What a wonderful tribute Michelle .Your words made a clear picture for us of Steve and I wish I had known him too.Perhaps I know a part of him , the soft heart that shaped his little sister .Rest in peace Steve .God will be pleased with how you used your time on earth.

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KATVHALE 1/2/2012 6:55PM

  Beautiful words for a beautiful man, Michelle. God blessed you with the best brother a sister could have. Yes, you miss him now but as you said it is only temporary and then you will be with him for eternity!

God Bless You!

Kat

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Ties That Bind

Friday, December 30, 2011

My beautiful baby. Beanie. Bre-Bear. Breanna. Bumpkin. I have so many little names for her. She's almost 20 years old now. It seems so hard to believe. I can remember when I was 20. Full of dreams and ambition about the future. When I got pregnant with her I was a scared young woman, not sure if I could handle the responsibility of having two children at the same time but I was bound and determined to do these young lives right. I love my children equally but there seemed to be an immediate bond when she arrived. When she first entered this world, she wasn't red-faced, screaming or flailing. She laid on my chest, little arms resting on my breasts, glowing and looking at me with the face of a little angel.

It was like touching heaven itself when I grasped her tiny fingers and she squeezed mine tightly with her own.

Now she is a sophomore in college, developing her own values, her own dreams, her own ideas about life. To say that I am proud is a definite understatement. And I have to wonder these days, who has raised who? My own values, my own ideas, my own beliefs have shifted since she entered my life. Where has she gained such wisdom? Where has she gotten that heart that is as big as the universe itself? I look at her and am amazed at the WOMAN she has become and I am humbled that God allowed me to be her mother. He entrusted me with an angelic, wise soul who loves me just as much as I love her. We are an extension of one another. In so many more ways than just one.

Tonight she grasped my hands and put her forehead to my own. Smiling, she kissed me lightly and said, "I love my life. I love my mother. I love my best friend." If I could bottle that moment, I would.

I would have stopped time.

I wish I COULD stop the hands of time. She is leaving for college again on Sunday. It is always heart-wrenching for me to see my baby get in the car and wave goodbye. I feel as if I break into a million pieces. I smile, wave until I see the last tail light, then allow the tears to fall unabashed. Freely. I wonder how she is feeling as she heads down the highway. I worry myself frantic until she calls and says she arrived safely.

She is a grown woman. But I still see that little face looking up at me. I still long to hold her against my chest and watch her fall asleep, listening to her angel breaths.

I cannot help it.

I am her mother.
I am her best friend.
She is my Beanie. My Bre-Bear. My Breanna. My Bumpkin.

My angel.






  
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GETTINGFIT4HIM 1/3/2012 2:07PM

  Your relationship with Bre brings joy to my heart for you two! I feel the same connection to my Alejo. He will be 4 and 1/2 soon and melts my heart every day. Because we were married for so long before he came and I was therefore much older than when I planned on having kids it was quite (and some days still is) an adjustment but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Especially when he says to me "I love you more than you can even imagine!"

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OLDERDANDRT 1/2/2012 10:30PM

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DARLENEK04 1/1/2012 7:00PM

  Treasure your bond. She is an exceptional young lady because
you are/were an exceptional momma........

Darlene

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GEEMAWEST 12/31/2011 10:21PM

    Very Cool!


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CHERIRIDDELL 12/31/2011 1:12PM

    She is a beautiful young lady and a testament to what a good mother you are .They grow all too quickly don't they?

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STEVO5O 12/31/2011 12:58PM

    Really cool Michelle. I've been reading some of your blogs and I love the way you're so honest and sharing. I feel I'm the same way. It's gutsy to bare one's self on the internet but Sparkpeople are different. I believe by and large that the people here are all in the same boat and understand each other. I'm going to pay more attention to what my spark brothers and sisters have to say this coming year. I can learn an awful lot. Keep blogging...that's what I have to tell myself. It's like therapy in a way and it helps.

Steve

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FLEMIDG 12/31/2011 12:18AM

    How wonderful that you two share such a bond. Thanks for sharing the pictures of your beautiful daughter. emoticon

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CARTOONB 12/30/2011 11:17PM

    The days are long, but the years are short. They grow up so quickly. Enjoy her while she's home.

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LMB-ESQ 12/30/2011 10:32PM

    What a beautiful young woman. Isn't it amazing how one day they are just an innocent little thing and then the next you are looking at this grown up person and saying "where did you come from?" I think I do that about every other day with mine....

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